What do you think goes through their minds?
What wonders spark that simple thing?
They lie there, stand there…oh such things.
Such delights and pleasure held.
Something special yet withheld.
Someone standing in the dark?
Watching, waiting, taking part?
Eyes grow wide when its unleashed.
Head rolls back when she does that.
Bitten tightly is that lip.
When he curls around her hip.
When she says to him…how’s that?
Does he answer?
Not a chance.
Deep in thought of how to return.
That act of love she gave to him.
What to do?
What to say?
Nothing is the only way.
Let your mouth, hips, fingers too.
Do the talking you need to do.
Dance across her skin so light.
Gentle touches, her delight.
Plunge yourself between the sheets.
Between her folds, her warmth beholds.
Make her feel just like a Queen.
If you do, she will return.
Every day and every night.
Bring each other true delight.
Bring that crashing crescendo.
That flourish as she begs you so.
Give it all and in return.
You’ll get the greatest prize of all.